scarred.

So today I was in the student center just eating a lovely salad with a friend of mine. And I heard some freshman boys whispering about something. So I looked. And there, at a table not 20 feet from mine, was a couple. Their chairs were about a foot from each other. And it looked like he was trying to swallow her face. And she liked it. Scarred. For life. Never letting another man touch me. Just kidding. Kind of.

For a visual, please watch the following:

obligatory post about snow.

The only shoes I trust to get me through this mess.

an update.

To those of you who are biting your nails with concern about my health, I gave up on the diet about 20 hours after deciding to do it. No adverse effects.

In other news, I am wearing sweatpants to school for the first time ever since my freshman year of high school. This is due to the fact that 1. my feet are killing me from skating last night and you just don't wear these tennis shoes with jeans, and 2. I have a bruise on my hip from falling (for the first time ever) and really don't want denim rubbing up against it. With that being said, here's to Casual Friday.

probably just symptoms of hypochondria.

So. Saturday night I had an episode. An episode typically involves me eating who-the-heck-knows-what and then being completely incapacitated on account of nausea, headache, the shakes,  a sudden drop in body temperature, etc. The usual. In order to figure out what exactly the who-the-heck-knows-what is, this week I am gluten-free, lactose-free, and peanut-butter-free. So here I sit, eating my breakfast of eggs mashed up with cut-up pieces of turkey jerky and spinach leaves. In the microwave, my lunch of a single chicken breast is defrosting. For dinner, I will have an apple. Joy. Whatever you do, don't let me eat a cookie.

language sampling.

Yesterday for an assignment, I took a sample of a child's language. When I left, she told her nanny I was beautiful. I firmly believe that children see things much more clearly than we give them credit for, and often see more clearly than we ourselves do. And that's not just because I like the self-esteem boost.

to gms.

Thank you for telling me my rings and last name were cool. Thank you for helping me when I finally got over my stubbornness and asked. Thank you for knowing way more about Macs than I do, but still acting impressed by my limited knowledge. Thank you for remembering who I was and asking questions like you really cared. Thank you for making Star Wars references, even though they weren't directed at me. I think it surprised me that I laughed. You probably don't remember me, and I will probably never see you again, but that's okay. Today you were an angel for me. Thank you.

the tenth thing.

I thought of one today while we were talking in Speech Anatomy about class II and III malocclusions.

10. I corrected my own underbite when I was 6.

3.10.13

You are special. You are strong. And someone out there loves you very much. You might not believe me. But you should. The world can work against you. But don't you dare give in to it. Don't you ever give up. You are so special, and you are so strong. Anyone who tells you otherwise is dead wrong. And don't you ever forget it.

nine things because i couldn't think of ten aka some useless shiz and me bragging about myself.

1. I got second place my freshman year of college in a game of Assassins. And 85 bucks.
2. I am fluent in English BUT I also have a working knowledge of Spanish and French and can sign a little.
3. I won the school-wide spelling bee in both the fourth and fifth grades.
4. I designed and sewed both my prom dresses.
5. I used to write music when I was sad. So I compiled a whole CD of my depressing memoirs.
6. I can't sleep unless I'm holding onto something.
7. I cut hair. Only boys' hair. And only in one style. And it usually involves a return trip so I can clean up the pieces I missed. But I sure can wield them clippers.
8. I pop my wrists.
9. I can't go anywhere without my CamelBak.

copland.

The first concert I ever attended was the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra's performance of Aaron Copland's Rodeo. I was 6. And I fell in love. Tonight I heard the Utah Symphony perform Appalachian Spring. And I couldn't stop grinning. (Teared up, too, nbd.) The conductor turned the last page so tenderly that I could feel such a reverence for the music just emanating from him. It was almost as if he were paying his respects to Aaron right there. And he did him proud, too. They always say that music is another kind of language, one that touches the soul, and all that sappy stuff. But seriously. Copland gets me every time.

i took the gre.

And failed miserably. But it's totally fine, I'm not even mad. No life lessons here. But sometimes it's good to just relax. Just take some R&R. Watch some trashy TV and eat ice cream and Oreos with peanut butter. It's fine. Go do it.